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I’ve been writing long enough to know that saying anything bad about Beyonce might get you Google mapped and jumped outside of your front door. But despite all of the various things I write about on a daily basis, no topic garners hate mail, threatening tweets, and evil comments like saying something unflattering about somebody’s favorite celebrity.

The other day I was checking my mentions on Twitter and I saw someone had uploaded a twitpic of me with the words, “The [terrible] face of a hater and fake journalist.” I was super confused trying to figure out what I’d done to warrant that comment then I saw I had another mention from someone else which, cleaned up, essentially said eff me and my sorry writing, they wrote better essays than me in the fourth grade. Immediately I started thinking about what I had written that day and I thought, oh no, I’ve pissed off the gay community with the article on the race baiting issue and NOM. But then there, in the midst of all the f*** yous, and b****es and c***s I was called I found the answer to my confusion in a simple little hashtag: #TeamLilKim

­I almost fell out on the floor thinking about how hard these people were going when all I’d done was ask whether Kim’s “new look” on her “Keys to the City” album would affect her comeback and the loyalty of her fans. Judging by my mentions, it will not. As I laughed about #TeamLilKim I remembered that there was only one other time when readers went off on me like that on Twitter. It was when I wrote something they didn’t like about Brandy, and that’s when I concluded people go way too hard for celebrities.

I’ll admit I’ve had my moments. There are really only two celebrities who despite their ratchet craziness I’ll pretty much defend to the death—Mariah Carey and Young Jeezy (don’t judge). However, my loyalty only goes about as far as me refusing to pyrate their music and letting people know I don’t care what they say about Mariah Carey and her young husband, and her skimpy outfits, and her temporary meltdown, no one is touching her vocally. Now will you catch me Internet thugging and calling somebody out their name over her? Heck naw. As I looked at my hate mail the other day I thought, this must be how Karrueche and Amber Rose feel. To be honest when I read Karrueche was scared to leave the house because of Rihanna’s fans and saw Amber Rose crying over Kanye’s die-hards I thought they were exaggerating, but now I feel like saying step your security up girl, folks is cray.

Just in case you happen to be one of these people I’m talking about who finds their blood boiling and their heart racing anytime someone tries to tell you your favorite singer isn’t as fabulous as you know he or she is, here are four things to remember:

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It was the mid 90’s and life was good.  TGIF was in full effect on the ABC network, instead of Facebook, AOL instant messenger and chat rooms connected you more to complete strangers than friends and no one could tell me that I wasn’t going to marry Marques Houston, the lead singer of the popular boy band Immature who would later be known as IMX.  At the most intense point of my fandom, you could find my walls literally wall-papered in posters of glistening boy pecs and the single “I Don’t Mind” from their first LP blasting faithfully from my room every morning before school.  Whether it was Jodeci, Hi-Five, Shai, N’Sync, Boys II Men or Backstreet Boys we all had boy band or pop star crushes that captured our hearts, and lifted them up only to send them crashing.  Don’t let your favorite one, whether it be the “The Quiet One” or “The Dangerous One” be pictured with the next hot, new starlet and suddenly you felt that you were in an emotional rollercoaster with someone you’d probably never meet.

Now in a time of Twitter and Tumblr, fans of today have one thing that the teen version of me didn’t: What seems to be a direct connection to the celebrities they either would love to be or love to be with.  And more and more the fame monster is preying on the prepubescent, making the obsession with lifestyles of the rich and famous dangerously delusional.

We’ve got the Beliebers, Justin Bieber’s personal disciples who spread the written gospel of “Baby” and “Never Say Never.”  Then there’s the Rihanna Navy who make sure everyone gets drenched in Rihanna’s reign of girl power and stand as the ultimate FU to demure unfashionable females everywhere. Chris Brown’s Team Breezy held it down for the boy through all of his ups and downs.  Trey’s Angels make sure ladies everywhere can show their appreciation for the chisel chested Songz for a mere $30.00 a year membership fee. And if Drake should be proud of anyone it should be Team Drizzy for following him across the globe and making sure a fan book is always there waiting for him.